Category: Poetry

Greta Got the Giggles

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They told her to sit still
It was a very solemn place
No fidgeting would be allowed
Just sit and stare off into space

She managed to control her wiggles
But Greta got the giggles

She really did her best
She kept on looking straight ahead
But Mrs. Pearson had a hat
Topped with a bow, big, floppy, and red

That bow was all wobbles and jiggles
And Greta got the giggles

The bow was just the start
As soon as Greta had stifled her grin
A long thin worm appeared
On the brim of that hat. Greta snorted again.

That worm made its loops and its squiggles
And Greta got the giggles

Her mom and dad were shocked
They shushed her with furrowed brows
She wanted to be good
But the chuckles were in charge now

Her attempt to be quiet caused twitches and wriggles
For Greta had the giggles

(Because, let’s face it, it’s happened to us all. Check out some true giggling stories and other fun over at Mama Kat’s.)
Mama's Losin' It

My Traveling Pants

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Come into my closet, ignore all the mess
There’s something worth seeing behind that red dress
Under those mittens and next to that shoe
Are my traveling pants, and they’d like to meet you.

They’re not much to look at, just plain ugly brown
They’ve got grass stains, the zipper’s perpetually down
You’re right when you say that they look quite absurd
But they tell the best stories that you’ve ever heard.

Like the one about terrible bank-robber Hamish
My pants were right there on the night he got famous
Old Hamish was brave, but he hadn’t a gun
So he held up the bank with his finger and thumb.

Once my pants saw a flood down in Mississippi
When the water rose higher than all of the trees
And in Texas they sat on a branch for a break
But they jumped up real fast when it hissed like a snake.

They’ve seen lizards grow new legs and fish that can fly
They’ve even seen frogs raining down from the sky
So if tales both exciting and true make you dance
Then come spend some time with my traveling pants.

(Inspired by Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop. Head on over and check it out for more fun.)

Mama's Losin' It

A Mother’s Day Song for Kids

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(In my head, this is sung to the tune of “My Bonny Lies Over the Ocean.”)

Aren’t you thankful you have such a mommy?
Don’t you love how she fixes you snacks?
She gives the best snugly cuddles.
So stop whining, start rubbing her back.

Mommy, Mommy, This is her very special day
Mommy, Mommy, would like you to hush and go play

Don’t you love your sweet, wonderful Mommy?
She cuts all the crusts off your bread.
She kisses away all your boo-boos.
So go make her breakfast in bed.

Mommy, Mommy, this is her very special day
Mommy, Mommy, would like you to hush and go play